Talk about timing. This is the week the Oregonian reduces home delivery to four days a week, transforms itself into a "digitally focused company."
And this morning, I opened my door to...only the New York Times. Did those ultra-conservatives who own this sad little paper know they could obscure the Republican misadventure by coordinating the government shutdown with the first day of no home delivery? Oh, these folks are so very clever.
Sunday I opened the door of our apartment to find these two--
Leading story, "Not your typical party chief" featured the state Republican party's choice of new chair. Art Robinson, believer in Christian home-schooling as the only defense against the failure of public schools, major skeptic on global warming, critic of homosexuality, actually has degrees in chemistry. And a hedge fund billionaire backer in New York. Watch for him as v-p candidate when Ted Cruz runs for president.
But wait! I like reading the Oregonian. A number of excellent columnists help me learn about this curious northwestern corner of America, my last stop on earth. In the realignment some have been fired, replaced by younger (read cheaper) reporters with more online savvy.
I have read newspapers all my life wherever I've lived. St. Louis, Oberlin, New York, Albuquerque, Jersey City, Baltimore, New York--think that's most of them. There was much sadness when New Orleans' Times Picayune shrunk a couple of years ago: it had been such a shining star during and after Katrina. Not much has been written about the fading Oregonian and its awful website.
But it's all we've got and every town needs a daily.